On a scale of 1 to Lord of All,
how important is your
opinion of what others create?
I see you, through these sigils,
pretending every breath you took
is a doctorate.
Did you know you dont have to choose between being the brush or the brush stroke?
You could build boats,
hunt ghosts with broken radios,
climb mountains to commune with the dead,
stare at the stars and make
your own constellations,
or play ukulele alone with a head full of acid.
All I am saying is
there are far better plotlines
than playing sovereign king of the
swamp that swallows you
and believing it be noble.
— The End —